But wastes and withers. Where's thy cure, O Taleb?
I find no medicine that cureth love,
In vain I search. Sweet Fatima's the cause
Of all my woes, with
khelkal
tinted blue.
My heart endureth passion's pangs, my grief
Continues. Where's thy remedy, O Taleb?
Thy remedy is lost, my good Lord Taleb.
Pray God for me, O Taleb, I implore.